An Afghanistan. A group of talibs were sitting on a nearby rock while listening to music on the radio.
The music wasn't special, and it's not like you can be picky about music in situations of life and death. They were playing cards—an old maid, to be precise.
"Haha! Seems I won this round!"
One of the terrorists exclaimed while smoking his cigar. His beard was long and more of a silver color mixed with gray tones.
Feeling happy about his jackpot
He inhaled the last remaining pull of his cigar as
BOOM
An explosion made them all fly limb by limb away from the place. A huge helicopter was above them with loads of ammo and rockets.
"Gallahad to Merlin. I need a report of the situation." One of the passengers in the helicopter said through his microphone:
Gallahad, I turned off every incoming bomb and security system. Start with commencing the operation.
"Thank you, Merlin."
The Gallahad turned towards his two comrades and gave them an approving nod. It didn't take long before they responded with a 'Roger,sir!' and started the operation.
Their mission was a simple one. Find the target and get any information about the terrorists' next actions.
Entering the building, Gallahad spotted two hostile enemies. It didn't take long for them to die as his two comrades reacted faster, shooting their heads off.
Gallahad himself dealt with one of the terrorists using his knife in the pocket of his battle suit. After cutting the throat of his enemy, he immediately went up the stairs.
All obstacles cleared, Harry.
Merlin revealed Gallahad's real name, Harry.
With that said, the group found their target. A man with a long beard. They immediately took action and tied him up, blocking his movements.
"I will be blunt. Please cooperate with us and tell us the names."
The man was silent, much to Gallahad's swing in mood.
Gallahad punched him.
"I will repeat. Tell the names."
The man looked at him with a smirk.
Tick. Tack. Tick. Tack.
A ticking sound was coming out of the man.
"What's with the sound? Just tell the names—"
Not long after, he was pushed sideways by his comrade, who was near him.
"Sir, get out!" He screamed as he fell towards the bearded man.
"What are you doing, Naeg—!?"
BOOM!!!
The man who pushed Gallahad away, Naegi Satoru, was a proud husband and father of two children. He pushed Gallahad away in order to save his companions from death. He covered the bomb's impact with his body, minimizing the explosion.
"Satoru..."
Gallahad muttered to no avail as the dead body of his former student lay limb by limb in all directions.
He took off his mask, as did his other student.
"It is unfortunate... I will say my condolences to the Naegi family myself." Harry said, looking towards his other comrade. "Congratulations, you are the next Lancelot."
The newly named Lancelot nodded.
"Thank you,sir."
However, Gallahad was fixated on the dead body of Satoru Naegi. Naegi saved him after all.
It is unfortunate what happened with Satoru. Merlin said through the mic.
"It really is, Merli; I will tell the Naegi family about this myself."
Try to come up with a good reason after all...
"I know, it's a secret information."
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The Naegi household was cheery as always.
"Onii-chan, catch me!" Komaru Naegi exclaimed, running around the house.
"Komaru, you will fall, and if will run around like this."
A brown-haired kid, Makoto Naegi, said he was worried about his little sister. It was his duty as an older sibling to make sure his young sister was fine.
"Jeez, you are too worried, Onii-chan!"
She exclaimed, gaining a chuckle from her mother, Riko Naegi.
"Isn't it the best part about him?" Her mom said while was poking her daughter's cheek, much to Komaru's embarrassment.
"Stop it, Mom!"
"Ehh~? Why, though, don't you like your big brother being protective of you? Do you dislike him?"
"No! I love Onii-chan. Just stop teasing me, Okaasan!"
"Fufufu...to be young!"
Makoto, confused, looked towards his mom and sister. He knew that his sister loved him; what was the point in her being all red? The fact was;he didn't knew what kind of love it was.
"Umm...Mom." Naegi said getting Riko's attention.
"What is that, dear?"
"When will dad come back?"
At this point, Riko's mood was sad.
"I... don't know. But surely he will be back soon! After all, your dad is serving his country as a proud soldier and hero, dear!"
"You are right, Okaasan! I won't lose hope over something like that!" Makoto exclaimed, puffing out his chest.
With this, he earned a giggle from both his mother and little sister.
"Onii-chan is such a cute kid!"
"Fufufu! He is!"
They both hugged the poor brown-haired kid, making him fall to the ground.
They were all in a deep hug... until
Ding Dong.
A sound of the doorbell caught their attention, especially Makoto's.
Makoto is a pure-hearted kid. He always helps people in need and is always optimistic about many things. He also loves his dad, Satoru Naegi. He always admired his dad. He wanted to be like him. He wanted to be a hero who saves people's lives by risking his own. He always wanted to give people Hope.
"Is that Dad!!!?" Makoto exclaimed, running towards the door with a cheery smile.
He literally rocketed off towards the door, much to his mom's and sister's soft smiles.
"Onii-chan is so impulsive when it comes to dad."
"I can't blame him. He really likes his dad after all."
Makoto, running all the way towards the door, immediately slammed it open.
"Welcome back,Da...d?"
The sight before his eyes wasn't his dad with his always cheery smile and candy in his hands—it was another man.
A tall man in a fancy suit with glasses and a Rolex watch on his left wrist
"Hello, young man."
"H-Hi...?"
"Is your mom at home?"
"Y-Yes..." Makoto answered nervously. It wasn't every day that he had a chance to see someone like this man.
"Can you call her? Tell her that I am your father's friend."
Makoto nodded as he ran towards his mom. She immediately stood up, going towards the door.
"Miss Riko, I suppose?"
"Yes, um, sorry but... w-who are you?"
The man bowed down, introducing himself. Although he didn't seem Japanese at all, but it seemed he was familiar with the etiquette.
"My name is Harry. I am your husband's acquaintance. Can I come in?"
"S-Sure." Riko said weakly. She and her children didn't like the atmosphere. The man himself was radiating a mysterious and kind aura, but something in his tone seemed sad.
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Now sitting on the table with a cup of tea in their hands, Riko and the man, Harry, as he introduced himself, were sitting facing each other.
Riko had a dread expression on her face.
"Wh.. What were you going to tell me, Mr. Harry?"
The man in the fancy suit looked down. His expression barely held its composure.
"I don't know how to put it softly... Miss Naegi, as unfortunate as it may be, your husband..."
Riko's eyes were getting wider. She knew what he was going to say, yet she didn't want to believe it.
"Your husband, Satoru Naegi...he died with the death of a hero."
...
A silence. A dead silence extended in the room. Riko's eyes started to tear up.
"Huh? But this...it can't be...it...H-How??" Her tone was silent and shaky, and she looked towards Harry with an unbelieving expression.
Harry got out a necklace from his pocket.
"Your husband was a hero,Miss Naegi." He said extending the necklace towards her. "This is a special necklace. It has our contact information on its back. I know it might be a minor help, but...well, feel free to contact us and we will provide you with anything needed in your life."
Riko couldn't believe it. Tears rolling down her face, she immediately threw it away.
"You think I need anything!? Bring him back... Bring back my husband!" She burst into tears.
Harry sighed. He knew it was going to happen. Sooner or later, they always use the same expression. If there was anything Harry disliked about his work, it was the fact that he had to tell the bad news to the family members of his deceased comrades and friends.
He slowly stood up, going towards the direction where the necklace landed, and it landed near Makoto.
Harry bowed down, getting up from the floor, and gave a sideways look towards Makoto.
Makoto's expression was pained, yet it wasn't tearful, unlike his little sister's.
Makoto tried his best to beat those tears back. He wanted to cry. He wanted to burst out in tears, but he didn't.
Harry, questioned, looked towards Makoto.
"Aren't you sad, young man?"
Makoto looked at him with pained eyes. Harry understood that he had asked a stupid question.
"I am sad, but Dad always told me to stay positive... I want to cry, but it won't make dad happy or bring him back alive." Makoto clenched his fists. Hard. Hard enough for them to make a crunching sound.
Harry looked surprised at the boy. He saw many children mourning their father's deaths, but this was a surprise. In 99% of cases, they were crying, but this kid was strong enough to hold himself.
He looked at the boy as he handed him the necklace he had offered to his mother earlier.
"What is your name?"
"M-Makoto, sir."
"I see. Makoto, you are a brave kid, and your father, may he rest in peace, would surely be proud of you." He slowly placed a necklace in Makoto's hands. "When you get into trouble, use the number on the back of the necklace to call us. Remember, say 'Oxfords not brogues', and we will help you with everything we can."
Makoto nodded weakly, clenching the necklace in his hands. It wasn't really special—it was a golden necklace with a turned K on it.
Makoto looked at Harry, who was starting to go off.
"What d-does K stand for?" Makoto asked.
Harry stopped in his tracks with a little smile on his face. He slightly turned his head towards the brown-haired boy.
He opened the door and not long after said,
"Kingsman."
Yo! Yo! Yo! It's your lovely author, Jumbo! I am fucking back! Yes, as you might already have guessed, Makoto Naegi x Kingsman...A harem story about spyies, gangsters, and agents
Also, I will be clear. This book will contain many OCs who might as well end up in a romantic relationship with Makoto. This story will be a mix between all action movies! Yes, you heard me right. Mission Impossible, James Bond, Jason Borne, and many other movies—even Black Lagoon!
I know it might be crazy, but I am seriously bored. I don't want to see some damn magic or martial arts anymore; I want to see action with guns, agents, spying, and cars (Just making it clear, but I want to mix Fast and Furious in here as well).
Yes, this is going to be insane, and our precious boi, Makoto, will struggle with all those badass girls around him.
Stay tuned, my friends, as the next chapter will have more words than this, and I will never drop it because I made a bet with my friend...and if I stop updating this fic, I will be forced to pay him $500.